Who knows your goodbye is never final,
who knows that your hugs are always heartfelt?
Who knows that you believe in change, that people can change,
that circumstances can change, that feelings do change?

Who knows how hard you try, how often you pray, how long you hold on, how bruised you are? Who knows why there is no more, how there is too much, why it means so much, why it cannot fail? Who knows you?

Who knows you? Who knows your message, hears your intent, understands your words, stops to think? Who knows what you’re going through, what you fear, what you anticipate, what you cannot bear to experience again? Who knows you?